My son has been into sports this summer. He's gone through three camps and has one more to go. Because of this, he comes home and wants to throw any kind of ball he can find. We have been playing catch and it has been great.
A couple days ago, he was following me around asking to play football in the front yard. It was mid-morning and the house was a buzz. Everyone wanted to tell me something while my son was pulling me to the door.
He got so frustrated that he yelled, "DAD...you've got to focus here!" It surprised me so that it got my attention. I looked down, his face complete determination.
"OK?!" He was absolute.
"Son, what did you say?"
He had already opened the front door, and we were out throwing the football in no time.
